As I stand in the wind of a cold front, it feels as though it’s coming from all directions. It whips and turns, gusts and slows. It refreshes one minute, and brings shivers the next. As I feel it coming from this way, then that way. I think of the spirit of Jesus, and the…
I stand at the window of my warm home, and I cry at the amazing world our father made for us. The beauty of the snow coming down. As I listen to John Denver, on the Alexa, I cry at the amazing gift of sight, sound and senses, to experience such a magnificent view and…
True knowledge of God doesn’t come from a book… a degree. True knowledge of our father, comes from an intimate relationship with him. Lorna and I have been married for 38 years. During that time we have been intimate so many times I can’t count. We know each other from every detail, every angle. We…
We had been to an interesting museum. We were lost in a maze of mirrors. If you have never been in a mirror maze, you get so lost, because each way you turn, looks like the last. It wasn’t until I looked past the mirrors, that I started to see a way out. As I…
You don’t have to spend a lot of time with him, to know he has a kind heart. Our grandson… is an old soul, with a heart that mirrors our Savior. As we talked, his comment was “being nice to people is important”. We were talking, as we encountered people, being ugly to each other. …
Do you truly appreciate the fascination of it all? Every minute, of everyday, provides a moment for wonderment at Gods’ world. At Gods’ power. As I sit in Radio City Music Hall, waiting for the show to begin, I am filled with awe to the point of tears. The history… the grandeur…the ability to see…
The light of Christ that shone from her, illuminated the room. We had a rather trying day. Airport mishaps and hotel mistakes. As we checked into yet another hotel, she greeted us with open arms. Her smile was contagious, and her first words to us were “I’ve been waiting for you”. She offered us love……
Mary was so young. So scared… but so trusting. Jesus… a baby like any other. Carried for nine months and born of blood… of pain. As she held him close, she could feel his beating heart. As she gazed upon his face, she could tell he was hungry. Like all babies he needed food… he…
As I sit in this large restaurant, there are so many people. Waiters and waitresses. Buss boys and cooks. Everyone rushing around. People are busy eating and visiting. It gives me pause. I think on the hustle and bustle, of Bethlehem this night. The streets were crowded. The taverns where filled to overflowing. The hotels…
I’m not sure what I am to do. My future wife is pregnant, and it is not mine. How can I stay with her? She is disgraced among our people. How can I be expected to raise this baby, as if it were mine? There was this angel. I think it was an angel… it…